Huo Hai was pained by the loss of his spirit jade, while Mo Feng was nursing a headache over his means of communication. Now that it had been destroyed, the forces on the other side could no longer keep pace with him. Without orders, their losses had clearly begun to mount.
Mo Feng would never expect those Demon Spirit Masters to wholeheartedly choose a representative to command them. Unless someone was far stronger than they were, the Demon Spirit Masters would never willingly obey anyone.
"It seems we have no other choice. Bring out our secret weapon." Mo Feng sighed before giving the order.
His words immediately met with opposition. "No, General. That is our secret weapon against the Ink Lotus Domain. It is too early to reveal it now. If those people have time to prepare, won't it lose much of its usefulness?" As soon as the old man spoke, the others looked nervously at Mo Feng as well. It already took considerable courage to talk back to him.
Mo Feng glanced at his subordinates, then said, "Then tell me what we should do. Under the circumstances, do we still have a chance of winning if we keep fighting? Even if we win, how many men will we have left?"
Mo Feng pointed ahead, and everyone immediately fell silent. Indeed, Huo Hai was practically a monster. He had actually become an army of one, single-handedly opposing a Demonfolk Army over a hundred thousand strong. Granted, the terrain here was also a factor.
With this terrain, the Demonfolk could not exploit their numerical advantage and could only grind away against the undead. If this battle of attrition continued to the end, there was no telling who would ultimately win. At first, they had held an overwhelming advantage, but as more